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The Misfits of Dametreos IIChapter 14: A Bloody Parley
After gathering his and Isaac’s men, Fraun departed. They were two thousand strong. Fraun new they were most likely outnumbered and would need too pin in the opposing army. He sent half his force under the command of Isaac to the right of the vanguard so as to pin in the Samurai and Wolfpack army. They were nearing the glade where the scouts said the army had set up it's camp. Fraun was giving Isaac's force enough time to get around to the other side until he could see the enemy encampment now. Isaac's men must have gotten to the other side by now. He yelled for his men to converge on the camp. The battle had begun. Isaac and his men converged on one side of the encampment and Fraun’s men on the other. But they had underestimated Decanis and his men. Samurai came down and smashed against the backside of Fraun's force while Wolfpack troops on Isaac’s force. Fraun was trapped.
“Megabloks!” shouted Fraun while slicing the head off a Samurai and plunging his sword in another’s gut. Isaac’s force was getting crushed. Fraun could see Isaac making his way to Fraun.
“It’s no use!” shouted Isaac over the noise of battle “Order a retreat!”
“I never retreat, Captain.” yelled Fraun.
“General, you must!”
“Do it.” yelled Dordrot.
“RETREAT!” Fraun yelled and jumped onto his horse. As he galloped up the hill along with Dordrot, Isaac and a small group of men numbering about three hundred, a stray arrow hit Fraun in the shoulder and he blacked out.
The small Forestmen hamlet was bustling with troops armed to the teeth. The samurai camp lay amassed over the other side of the ridge. Fraun had recovered, though still a bit weak. Trevelayn peered out the window of the small cottage being used as a command post.
“Any sign of aggression?” inquired Fraun.
“No, none at all. A few riders headed this way though-”
Trevelayn looked closer.
“It’s DeCanis and Matsuiji... They’re heading here fast…”
“I’ll get Isaac. Get some men ready.”
“Aye!”
Dordrot and Isaac ran in, weapons at the ready. The riders rode in unstopped, jumped off their steeds, and walked towards the cottage. There were ten of them, the two leaders and eight samurai.
“What do you want?” shouted Trevelayn, moving cautiously.
“We want to speak with your leaders, peon!” spat DeCanis.
“You’ve got a lot ‘o guts comin’ out ‘ere, lads!” threatened Isaac, ripping out his axe and charging him. The Baron blocked his blow. The group fingered their weapons nervously.
“That’s a funny josh, DeCanis, ye dog! Now tell me what yer really here fer!” snapped Trevelayn sarcastically.
“I’ve had about enough of your games, mercenary swine!”
“Come get ma, ye knave!”
DeCanis lunged at Trevelayn and Isaac brought his axe smashing down on the wooden stem of DeCanis’ spiked mace. The weapon broke in two, and the Baron threw back his cape, grabbing for his sheathed broadsword. But Trevelayn’s saber was quicker than the Baron's hand.
“Ah, ah a-ah. You wouldn’t want to take your weapon out with a sword at yer neck, eh?”
They led them all into the cottage. Fraun’s hand rested firmly on his sword hilt at his side.
“Come for negotiations?” he said.
“Call off your men,” barked DeCanis.
“That depends if you call of yours. And your unconditional surrender.”
“Megabloks.”
The words dropped like a bomb in the one-room building as the samurai leaped into action. DeCanis took the distraction, ripping out his sword and deflecting Trevelayn’s saber, sending the mercenary tumbling onto the floor. Isaac caught a samurai in the gut, his axe swooping in with fluidic motion. A samurai leaped at Fraun, who sprang into the air and delivered a jaw-crushing kick to the warrior, who smacked into the wall. Matsuiji dashed towards Dordrot, who had just killed a samurai, bashed him in the skull with his katana hilt and knocked him out cold. Isaac came behind him, lopping off his arm. DeCanis leaped for the down Trevelayn, and sparks flew as Fraun stopped the blow in midair. A samurai ran at Fraun from behind.
“Fraun!” warned Isaac.
Fraun turned and opened the samurai from shoulder to hip. Fraun gasped. Matsuiji lunged with his good arm and a silver katana blade sprouted from Isaac’s chest. The great warrior coughed blood and died. Trevelayn’s knife found the open Matsuiji an easy hit. The throw was perfect for disembowelment, landing squarely in the Daimyo’s stomach. Trevelayn hacked another samurai as Baron DeCanis rose up, sword raised and poised to smash Fraun’s skull. The ranger turned just in time, DeCanis’ blade making a loud THWACK! as the flat end crashed into Fraun's face. Unconscious, he fell to the ground, when DeCanis turned. His broadsword smashed Trevelayn’s saber, but the mercenary dodged the next blow and leaped for the broken end of the mace. Fraun groaned and the Baron turned. When he turned back, the last thing he saw was the spiked head of his own mace zooming straight at him.
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